Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.